Hubby gets a pink slip, and I go through the 7 stages of grief.
Thursday, May 28th, 2009Things have been in disarray at the PookieMD household–Hubby got laid off two days ago, and we are picking up the pieces. As a wife of an engineer that loves working in small companies, you would think I would be used to this. But I’m not. I am trying to get better at it, looking at it constructively, asking what I can learn from it.
But it is still a really scary place to be.
I go through the seven stages of grief every time. Warning–rest of post may be a bit whiney for those hard-core-stiff-upper-lip people!
Shock: yesterday I was shocked, but I think this wore off quickly as I have been worried that Hubby would be the next under the axe as 3 of the 15 people company had already received their walking papers.
Denial: Hubby is at this stage–”well what if I get a job next week?”, he asked. What if, indeed!
Anger: for me, it is the turning upside down of my carefully crafted world, the helplessness I feel at not being able to control everything that is enraging. It is tempting to blame someone, but I know there is no one to blame. I spent a lot of time sitting on my front step the last two days so I wouldn’t yell at Hubby. Helplessness makes me furious!
Bargaining: nah, I don’t bother with this stage. What’s there to bargain about and who to bargain with?
Depression: not there yet. I think this will depend on the length of the lay off. We are bracing for at least 6 months, if not longer, given the economy.
Testing: I have already taken more shifts at the hospital, and Hubby has already found a some jobs to apply for. I have always worked 2/3rds time as a hospitalist so I can spend more time with my daughter, but I will have to give up that for a while. I know I am lucky I have this option, but I am also sad, because spending time with my daughter when she is out of school is one of the greatest joys of my life. In addition, we went through our budget via an excel spread sheet, and know we can go a year on my salary as a physician and president of ExtraMD.
Acceptance: does any one ever accept bad news? I don’t know if I will ever get to this stage–maybe more study of Eastern Religions would help.
All right, enough whining and tissue wringing! If anyone needs an electrical engineer let me know, and if you want me to cover some shifts, I’m here for you!

